Her Shoes

She looked down at her feet.
Today she was wearing her lime green converse.
She liked them.
She tried to remember where she had gotten them.
Maybe when they were in Galveston?
The places had started running together.
How was it possible for someone her age to not remember where she had gotten a pair of shoes?
After all, they were just shoes.
Maybe she should change them so it would quit bothering her.
Still.
Maybe it wasn’t the shoes.
Maybe the problem was her feet.
They always seemed to be taking her somewhere she didn’t want to go.